Yesterday when I was on the bus, I heard a man on the seat behind me answer a call. He responded calmly, occasionally acknowledging what was spoken from the other side of the line. Then he repeated what he heard to confirm his understanding of the news. He said "So ok, if she falls into a coma, you will not resuscitate her is it?"
My ears pricked up.
He continued to speak in the polite and understanding tone from the beginning of the conversation and maintained his voice when he said "Just one more question, why do you think that ICU is not good for her? ... This is quite a hard fact for me, you know." At the end of the phone call, he, again in his ever polite and pleasant tone, said "Ok thank you."
When I got off the bus, I stole a glance at the man who sat right behind me. His head was interspersed with strands of grey hair, and his face showed no sign of the distress he was under.
I alighted feeling I just shared a bus with a person made of courage.
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